"The time, Mr. Chillingworth?"
"To-morrow, at seven o'clock," replied that gentleman.
"The place, sir?"
"The best place that I can think of is a level meadow half-way between here and Bannerworth Hall; but that is your privilege, Sir Francis Varney."
"I waive it, and am much obliged to you for the choice of the spot; it seems of the best character imaginable. I will be punctual."
"I think we have nothing further to arrange now," said Mr. Chillingworth. "You will meet with Admiral Bell."
"Certainly. I believe there is nothing more to be done; this affair is very satisfactorily arranged, and much better than I anticipated."
"Good morning, Sir Francis," said Mr. Chillingworth. "Good morning."
"Adieu," said Sir Francis, with a courteous salutation. "Good day, Mr. Pringle, and commend me to the admiral, whose services will be of infinite value to me."
"Don't mention it," said Jack; "the admiral's the man as'd lend any body a helping hand in case of distress like the present; and I'll pledge my word—Jack Pringle's too, as that he'll do what's right, and give up his turn to Mr. Henry Bannerworth; cause you see he can have his turn arterwards, you know—it's only waiting awhile."